Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.